User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Riddle of the Lost Blade/@comment-3474228-20120129234649/@comment-3474228-20120224011740

The otter barely has time to turn before he is dropped like a stone by the arrow. Vulcan wastes no time in rushing forwards, pulling the otter's body into a cluster of bushes. He steps onto the first step, trident held forwards. He turns around and whispers. "Once we go up there, we take the moussse and run - the archersss will cover uss. Work sssilently, make sure none of them turn around when we're up there." He turns to the fox who has the grappling hook. "Go back to the far wall and get the rope ready."